Monday, October 18, 2010

Clay pot.OMG, what a great invention, and what a great intervention in the lazy kitchen chez nous where sometimes supper is canned sardines on saltines. Which is yummy or I wouldn't eat it, but it's not cuisine.This clay pot has taught us one basic technique, with the possibility of ingredient exchange. We haven't ventured much further than tofu, mushrooms, garlic, and something green, though, because it's perfect. Once we used some diced tomatoes; they disappeared. Carrots are fine, but didn't really jangle my periphery. Next time we're using broccoli florets, and I think it will be good.Anyway. It's so funny to think you are having Asian fast food, when you have been instructed to soak the pot for 24 hours before you start cooking. And you will be having rice, however long that takes. But it is really fast, once you have all the mise in place. Cranky even keeps the pot on near-perma-soak, just in case. (But we agree a couple of hours in the water is probably fine.)Looking forward to lunch.

Zoomie: The interior of the pot is glazed on the bottom and sides. The garlic is swizzled in hot oil, just like you'd do in any skillet or saucepan, with the lid off. Then you create the sauce in there (mix, mix) and tuck in your ingredients. Quick stir, lid on, five minutes.Could this be done in five minutes with a regular saucepan? I don't know. But I'm sure you could approximate.

Mouse: That's what I thought. Besides, Giants is not much relevant to you. :)

Zoomie: Yeah, it's easy to clean. I don't even mind if it turns all black and brown, like the ones in restaurants from constant use. But here's the deal: You have to want to eat Asian food, Vietnamese specifically. That doesn't turn up much in your cuisine, if memory serves. On the other hand, it's just so great, fun, easy! Cranky would eat this every day.

Who She?

I live a couple of miles from the Marin County Civic Center Farmers' Market, which feeds my little blogging hobby. Hell, it feeds me, too.
Formerly employed, I'm now a bum. Happy bum. Tomato ranchin' bum.
But I'm still mad.